Off the Deep End (Cristiano Ronaldo / Lionel Messi)

Chapter 7: A Hot Mess

Leo slammed the bathroom door shut behind him and glanced at the mirror, taken aback by how flustered he looked. The eyes that looked back in the mirror were dark as coal and he was panting. He was embarrassed beyond belief to feel a hard bulge growing in his pants. He desperately tried to dispel the sensual image from his mind and refreshed himself with a splash of cool water on his face, watching how the water drops ran down his cheeks, creating paths.

Then he could hear the door crack open and someone enter.

It was Cristiano, who still had his shirt open. Leo cursed in his mind.

"Ah, hello again, Leo" the Portuguese greeted. "Are you enjoying the party so far?"

"Yes, it's great. Thank you. You sang really good. It's a nice song, too."

"Is it?" Cristiano narrowed his eyes.

Something about the tone of his voice made the hair on Leo's neck stand up. He didn't turn around, but watched in the mirror in disbelief, how Cristiano's gaze first wandered to his face, then to his panting chest and finally settled at his aching crotch.

Fuck.

Cristiano tilted his head and an ominous smirk spread across his face. Leo felt a drop in his stomach.

"Did you enjoy my little performance?"

"No, I mean... yes, I did", Leo babbled. "However, I think I have to go now, we have a game tomorrow and... I have to go find Neymar, I haven't seen him for a while."

"I think your little boyfriend can take care of himself", Cristiano cut him short and closed the distance between them to stand right behind him.

Leo could feel the heat radiating from his beautifully sculpted body and his closeness felt intimidating. But Leo couldn't move a muscle or take his eyes off him. Everything seemed so surrealistic, like he was a character in a movie.

He watched in trance as Cristiano's hand tentatively slid onto his shoulder, then down to his waist and squeezed it a little. Then the taller man bent down slightly so he could whisper in Leo's ear.

"I'm glad you came to my party, Leo."

Cristiano's lips brushed the shell of Leo's ear with each word, making him shiver and close his eyes against his will. The Portuguese smelt of a mixture of red wine and cologne. Then his lips slowly started to move and trace down Leo's jawline and – all of a sudden – Leo felt them press against his own.

Leo's eyes shot open and he pulled away in shock, looking alarmed at the other man. Cristiano's eyes were darkened with lust or anger or both and he was breathing heavily. His hand was still on his waist and to Leo's horror after a while started it to move and snaked under his shirt.

Leo felt his breath become even more labored and the light touch of the bare hand of the man on his skin felt almost unbearable, making his eyes flutter involuntarily. Cristiano saw this and suddenly he removed his hand and grabbed Leo's head.

"Fuck this", he groaned - and kissed him.

Leo's couldn't believe, what was happening. It was like his brain shut down at that moment. His lips parted on their own, letting Cristiano's hungry tongue probe into his mouth and he felt the pressure building up in his groin. Cristiano drove him against the sink, still kissing him, and suddenly, before Leo could regain his balance, he felt the zipper of his pants being pulled down and fingers brushing against his swollen member through he fabric of his boxers and he flinched in pleasure.

He broke the kiss, shocked, and locked eyes with Cristiano's, who was looking back at him as if asking for permission. Leo nodded weakly and closed his eyes, aching to be touched. At this moment he didn't care or think about anything, he just wanted more of that, no matter the price. And to his pleasure he felt a hand slowly slide inside the boxers and tentatively squeeze his cock, drawing a moan from him.

"Please... someone could just... come in", he tried to say, but Cristiano wouldn't listen. He had already started to stroke him with long, teasing, agonizing movements, carefully observing his facial expressions and panting into Leo's ear. Leo's knees buckled in pleasure. And when Cristiano kissed him again, his whole body shook with emotion.

And – way too soon – he felt the tension reach its peak. He grasped the hair of the Portuguese and then his whole body stiffened with a sense of bliss as he came all over Cristiano's hand, holding the edge of the sink so as not to lose his balance.

Soon after that Cristiano pulled his hand out of his pants and suddenly it was like a chilly wall had risen between them. He stared at the hand, washed it in silence and took a paper towel to dry it off. Leo's lips were still swollen from all the kissing and he touched them with his fingertips, trying to come in terms with what had happened. Meanwhile, Cristiano had finished cleaning himself.

"Well... I need something to drink", he said.

And then he just left.

After the door closed, realization hit Leo hard. It felt like he was being strangled. 'What the fuck did I just do?' he asked himself over and over and finally literally banged his head into the wall a several times until he left his forehead resting against the cold tile.

Antonella. His family.

How could he be so stupid, so selfish?

He crouched down onto the floor and sunk his head between his hands. The door opened again.

"Leo? Leo! Are you okay?"

It was Neymar. Leo wished he could just die from embarrassment. The younger man admired him a lot, wanted to be like him, he was his idol... and right now he was the lowest creature crawling on the surface of the earth.

"I'm fine", he said, trying to suppress a sob. "I think I'm going home now."

Neymar pulled him up and his eyes widened, when he saw his face.

"Look at you, you look like shit. Did someone just beat you up? Was it Pepe? What the fuck, Leo, you need to see a doctor...."

"No, I'm fine", Leo snapped. Neymar fell silent. "Just take me home."